Air Bound

Do I have wings?

Cuz' I'm not on the ground.

When I'm with you,

I feel air bound.

Just your angelic voice,

no other sound.

A partner to fly with,

in you I've found.

Never before have

I been like lately.

Your presence alone,

inflates me.

Your lack of presence,

deflates me.

Your celestial smile,

rotates me.

Your pain you feel,

delates me.

Your look, still somehow,

locates me.

It's weird, I think now

I get the caged bird's songs.

They clipped his wings

when for you he longs.

Who else can right

his many wrongs?

Your in the air

right where he belongs.

But he's trapped,

by Cupid's thongs.

Let my fly, let me fly

with my dear in the sky!

Or what other reason have I

to live among this wretched lie?

In a place where love seems to only die.

And the waters of hate seem to never run dry.

Where the caged bird's songs are his way to cry.

In the air we're free to find ways to defy,

hate they teach and love they deny.

My love, for you I will try

to be an atypical guy

and with you, fly.